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$───── [MERCILESS ARTIST] ──────┐ You feel bad, Said you understand but Understanding isn't taking a stand You act sad, Say you know it's unfair But saying that doesn't go anywhere You can call it how you see it Can talk about it all you need You can try an say you'll change it You're gonna go and do good deeds Saying that doesn't go anywhere Cash is the tool for your vindication A cure for your sins and bad decisions Throw down your money for what you call right So tell me, does that help you sleep at night? I hope so, I hope so ┌──── [CHERUB] ────┐ | | When our pain becomes your confession booth | Does it set your soul free to speak my truth? | Misfortune for you equates to charitable actions | Heal my lack of governance with more cash transactions? | I'm trying to see, | did that go | └──── •✧─────•✧ ────┘ ┌──── [B_FREEZE] ────┐ | | Money make the man, and his motives | No jokin, what he'll to to make it, | Is what he got to be showin | So just look and listen, | when he tell you who he is, cuz | A heart of gold dont need no more, | and all that money fuel's is shit! | An all them things you bought for me, | in place of them apologies | Cant give me back | all of that time that | you've-just-robbed from me, | But happily, | I paid the price to be a better man, | trust thats you, so I-owe-you, | I'll send you money when I can | └──── •✧─────•✧ ────┘ [FEMALE VOCALS] I call it how i see it defend it all you need You can't really change it The cuts bled out their bleed Show me please, Did it go anywhere? You can stack it up in envelopes Keep it in your pocket Won't ever keep nobody close when you closest to your wallet Doin that don't go anywhere Cash ain't the tool for your vindication Can't be a cure for your bad decisions Throw down your money for what you call right Does that help you sleep at night? I hope so, I hope so. $ ─────────────────────────┘